Magenta

Names

Tom was still stuck on bed rest due to the doctor's orders. Several days and several small seizures passed, but things seemed to get better. The small boy  was fully awake and smiling with Tord, who was sitting at his side, doing paperwork and holding onto Tom's small hand.

"One of my soldiers refused to follow instructions during gun training today. His aim was off, and he had the safety still on." Tord was telling Tom about his day and the new recruits they were training. "What happened?" Tom inquired.

"Well, when he couldn't get the gun to shoot, he looked down the barrel, then figured out the safety was still on, when he turned it off, the dumbass shot himself in the foot!" Tord rubbed his temple with a huff as Tom started to giggle.

"It gets worse! Then he starts screaming, saying we didn't tell him what to do! But several other soldiers were able to disable their safety and shoot just fine! The jack ass decided he was too good to pay attention during the lecture part of the lesson. He's such an idiot..." Tord started to chuckle as Tom wheezed. "Seriously? What a dumbass!"

"Yeah! And then he said, "You should have done better to teach your soldier. Clearly, you have no idea what you're doing!" What a load of shit..." The bigger male growled under his breath as Tom cackled madly.

“He really said that?!” Tom laughed hard at the story his lover was telling him. “Yeah, so my guys threw him in the pit.” Tord chuckled with a slight blush covering his cheeks while watching the boy laugh with awe. Tom cackled and snorted, which made Tord laugh really hard, too.

Tom grunted and had a pained look on his face. He curled up slightly and held onto his stomach but was still laughing. "Hng... ow..." He whimpered slightly,  his laugh started to become a bit nervous... "Are you okay?" Tord asked softly,  gently caressing the boy's hand. Tom gasped and let out a pained squeak.

The small boy leaned over the side of the bed and pushed a button to call the nurse. “What was that about?” Tord asked fearfully. He was starting to get worried.

Tom’s face scrunched up in pain again. “I think… I’m- Oh!” Tom started giggling “You made me laugh so hard I’m going into labor!” He laughed. “What?! Nonononono! Not right now! It's too early!” Tord started panicking, "Y-you're not supposed to be due for another month! Are you sure?" Tord's voice started rising.  Tom giggled through the pain. "Yes... I'm sure my water broke..." He smiled nervously.

The nurse and a few doctors quickly rushed in fearing the worst, but when they saw that Tom was happy and laughing, they thought that it must've been an accident. “Wh-uh… what’s wrong?” She asked. “He’s going into labor!” Tord yelled with a panicked look on his face. “Oh please! I’m fine. It doesn’t really hurt that bad… hng! Yet...” he laughed nervously.

The nurse ran out of the room to grab everything they needed while the doctor prepared to help Tom deliver. Time seemed to move so slow, when he went into labor it was 12:25pm on Febuary 13, and after the pain kept increasing more and more for 24 fucking hours,

The baby finally arrived, he was small but relatively healthy. Tom was only able to hold the baby for a few minutes before they rushed him into an incubator to help regulate his breathing and heartbeat. He was perfect, Tom’s cute little face, Tord’s knuckles and toes. Tord very gently rubbed the baby’s back the small thing fit perfectly in Tord’s hand. “He was so small… He could fit in the palm of my hand…”

“I-I kn-know… B-but h-hes perfect.” Tom said with a very tired smile. Tord looked at Tom is such a sad way. “Get rest my love, you need time to heal.” Tord gently kissed the small boy’s forehead.  “He n-needs a name though. I like D-Dimitri… Dimitri Thorwell.” Tom yawned and held onto Tord’s hand tightly. “It’s perfect sweetheart. Now, get some rest.” Tord lulled the small boy into sleep. He had been up all night and all day.

Tord stuck by Tom’s side, gently rubbing his hand while he slept. Tord, too, was on the edge of dozing off until the baby’s doctor came in. Her face was a relieving sight for Tord’s tired and worried eyes. “He’s perfectly stable. He’s a pretty strong boy, just like his momma.”

“He’s going to be okay? Like… He’ll live? Both of them?” Tord shot up slightly. “Yep, it looks like they’ll both make it. Did you have a name planned? Or do you want to wait until Tom wakes up?”

“He said he likes Dimitri, Dimtiri Thorwell… I think It’s perfect.” The doctor smiled brightly as she printed the baby’s birth certificate. “It certainly is. He’s a little fighter. He won't go down without a fight, just like you.” She smiled, and Tord let out a relaxed sigh.

“My little soldiers... I'm so proud... I'm a dad... I have a little boy...." He teared up and held onto Tom's hand tightly. Overwhelming love and joy filled Tord's heart. He has a family now, and he couldn't be happier.  He looked over at Tom, who was peacefully sleeping with such love and admiration... He's so strong....